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Post by champ103 on Oct 30, 2004 5:25:50 GMT -5
Book The Twelfth The Perilous Plane
Dupin Says: Sorry, this took slightly longer than the others, but I've been busy in my half term, so I haven't written as quickly as usual.
Chapter Six (picture of the Baudelaire’s tied up)
Had the crew of the Hindenburger swapped with the crew of the Queequeg, and instead of Kit and Jake Snicket aboard with the children, there was Captain Widdershins, his stepdaughter Fiona, and Phil, things would have been very different as the two figures erupted through the shattered remains of the window. It probably would have been a lot less quiet, as Captain Widdershins would have been jumping around, crying something like ‘Look at them! Aye! Trying to get aboard! Aye! No way! Not on my nelly! Not by the hairs of my chinny-chin chin! Although I have no hairs there, and I have a normal chin, not a chinny-chin one! Aye!’ It would not have been so lonely, as Fiona would be checking the children were okay, mostly participating in Klaus’s needs, a phrase which here means ‘spending time with him, because she quite liked him in a fondly way.’ And if Phil were onboard as the figures clambered off the huge eagles, he probably would have made a gesture towards how cute the deadly birds were, or he might have made an optimistic remark about the fact they had indeed made it low enough to breathe. But there crew of the Queequeg were long gone: Captain Widdershins and Phil far below with a mysterious woman who the children would soon see again, and Fiona was going with her volatile ways, far below with her brother, Fernald the hook-handed-man, and with the deadly Count Olaf. Not even Jake and Kit were around, as the children’s eyes grew very wide, as the man with the beard but no hair, and the woman with the hair but no beard stroked the eagles, and patted their heads slightly, before looking back into the dark night, and then approaching the three children with their deadly aura of a menace that the children had hoped would never return. ‘Baudelaires,’ the man with the beard but no hair said, his voice very hoarse as usual. He, like the woman with the hair but no beard, was still wearing the jumpsuit of very soft blue material, and there were still darker blue shoulder pads attached, for any eagle to perch itself next to him. None of the Baudelaires-not even Klaus, who could usually think of something to say with his reading advantage, and vocabulary skills, words which here mean ‘because he had read a lot of books, and knew words for most situations.’ ‘Aboard the Hindenburger, hey?’ the woman said with a board grin. ‘Wouldn’t have suspected it, myself. I knew that Kit Snicket, and her pompous father, were aboard, but now we have you three as well!’ ‘Think what Olaf could give to us with this three in our clutches!’ the man with the beard but no hair said with a happy roar. The woman with the hair but no beard gasped merrily, and looked out to sky, as if she were daydreaming of what they could bargain with Olaf for. ‘I’m sure he’d do a lot for you three,’ she said. ‘You’ve been a lot of trouble for old Olaf, always escaping his plots. Well not now-not now we have you!’ She gave a loud cackle towards the ceiling, but another noise attracted the Baudelaire’s attention. Outside the window, another three eagles were swooping around the air, towards the Hindenburger, and at first, the children thought they were all about to crash into the plane, knocking them down again, but the man with the beard but no hair raised a single gloved hand, and the eagles perched to a stop outside the window, as more figured clambered off their feathered backs, and jumped down into the entrance room of the V.F.D plane. At first, the children had suspected Olaf to appear in the room, along with his evil troupe consisting of Esme Squalor along with Carmelita Spats, and Fernald and Fiona, but then they realized that the villains were far down in the mechanical submarine, and knew it could not be then. Another thing they noticed, was that the eight figures that came through the window looked nothing like Olaf’s troupe. Standing in the room, were the three carnival freaks that the children had lived with at the Caligari Carnival, when they were pretending to be freaks. Hugo was a hunchback, Colette was a contortionist, cart wheeling into the room, and Kevin was ambidextrous, looking down at his hands. Along with them, were five scared looking children, some of them wearing warm clothing, as if they were a batch of Snow Scouts, and some wearing a school uniform, as if Nero had let Olaf kidnap a few students from the school he had run. ‘You three!’ cried Hugo, with an evil smile. He turned to the woman with hair but no beard. ‘But you said we were just coming to get Jacques-‘ ‘And that’s what we thought,’ replied the sinister woman. ‘We got in lucky, that’s for sure. We should tell Olaf to get here straight away.’ ‘So we can get the greater good,’ the man replied, and turned to the three children. ‘Olaf has the sugar bowl,’ he explained evilly,’ which he obtained from the Gorgonian Grotto. And now, we’re going to get that sugar bowl, and trade it with three, disgusting, stupid orphans!’ Both the man, and the woman began laughing, cackling in front of the moon, but as they did, the children could only smile. They knew they were in a terrible situation, as they stood scared beside a smashed window, with two figures even Olaf was scared of, but they knew something that could dampen their spirits. ‘Olaf doesn’t have the sugar bowl!’ Klaus cried out. The man with the beard but no hair, and the woman with the hair but no beard both froze, and turned towards the middle Baudelaire. ‘What do you mean by that!’ the woman with the hair but no beard said, her voice higher then usual, and very tense. She gave a confident look at them, and put her hands on her hips. ‘Of course he’s got it!’ she cried. ‘We let him borrow a V.F.D submarine from the Hotel Denouement, whilst we plotted to get rid of the Snicket clan! He promised to get rid of Captain Widdershins and get the sugar bowl from the Gorgonian Grotto! How can you tell me he doesn’t have it?’ He face was very red, as if she were getting increasingly worried that the sugar bowl wouldn’t be in her possession. ‘Carey!’ Sunny cried, which meant something like,’ My sibling is not one to lie at a time like this!’ ‘I don’t understand what that toothy brat said!’ cried the man with the beard but no hair,’ and I don’t particularly care! We’ll settle this with Olaf, and see who’s the one lying!’ With a flourish, he whipped a walkie-talkie from his belt, and pressed it against his ear. He pressed a red button, and the walkie-talkie started making a rustling sound. ‘Olaf,’ the man said, trying to connect with the sinister villain. ‘We need to talk.’ The rustling continued for a bit longer, whilst the three Baudelaires, the man with the beard but no hair, the woman with hair but no beard, Hugo, Colette, Kevin, and the children waited for a reply. ‘Hello?’ finally came to raspy voice of Count Olaf. ‘I’m very busy-who is it?’ ‘It’s me, Olaf,’ replied the man with the beard but no hair. The children could hear Olaf gasp, and when he spoke again, his voice was very nervous. ‘Do you have the sugar bowl, like we asked?’ the man asked angrily,’ and do you have Captain Widdershins hostage, like we asked?’ ‘Well...um…not quite,’ Olaf said nervously. ‘You see, someone seemed to get Widdershins before we could. The Baudelaires were aboard the Queequeg though!’ ‘Fascinating,’ the man with the beard but no hair said in a very bored tone. ‘But you didn’t capture them either, did you?’ ‘Well…no,’ Olaf said, panting slightly,’ You see, our newest troupe member, Triangle Eyes, was guarding them, but she says they knocked her out of the way, and escaped! What little brats.’
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Post by champ103 on Oct 30, 2004 5:26:51 GMT -5
Chapter Six Continued
All three Baudelaire’s gasped from where they stood in the room. Klaus was very shocked that she’d accuse them of such a thing, and felt ashamed. ‘Olaf,’ the man with the beard but no hair said, sounding very annoyed, his teeth gritted. ‘You didn’t get Widdershins, and you didn’t get the Baudelaires. You can make this up, by telling me you go the sugar bowl. Did you get the sugar bowl, like we asked you to do?’ ‘Well…um…,’ Olaf said. ‘We tried, and we found the Gorangiman Grotto. But it got very thin, and our submarine couldn’t fit any further so we gave up.’ ‘Gave up?’ cried the man. 'Gave up? I’m starting to wish we’d never repaired that submarine for you, Olaf. What is your mission now? Picking flowers in the field by Lousy Lane!’ The woman with the hair but no beard gave out a laugh, although her face still looked red and tense. ‘Olaf was always distracted when we were with him in the mountains,’ Colette said. ‘He was distracted when Sunny hid away from her dish. He was distracted when the Baudelaire’s escaped on a toboggan. He was-‘ ‘Yes, yes, contortionist freak,’ the woman with the hair but no beard said. ‘We get the point.’ ‘Oi!’ Count Olaf cried. ‘I heard that Colette, and I am not distracted, so there!’ ‘Well then, Olaf,’ the man with the beard by no hair said. ‘Then why are you distracted from answering my question?’ ‘Question?’ Olaf asked. ‘Oh yes! I’m currently getting out of the Carmelita, and heading towards a secret location! I’m getting rid of some more stupid volunteers, that’s for sure! I’m trying to find out where the Baudelaire’s are. I’m sure one of the ones I’m going to see will know!’ ‘Well, you couldn’t even get rid of Widdershins,’ the man with the beard but no hair pointed out. ‘Good luck Olaf. Goodbye.’ With that, the man pressed the red button again, and slipped the walkie-talkie back in the belt. ‘That Olaf angers me sometimes,’ the woman with the hair but no beard told the children, striding down the entrance room in front of them. ‘Never doing as he was told. I was surprised when he burned down the Caligari Carnival: seemed he could finally do something!’ The children looked at one another. It seemed weird that the man and the woman in front of them were calling Olaf a villain of limited skill. From their eyes, Olaf was the most evil villain they had ever met. He had murdered guardians that they had liked, he had committed arson so much, in so many places, he had come up with plan after plan to steal the Baudelaire fortune. But now, as the children faced the man with the beard but no hair and the woman with the hair but no beard, they could not see the truth in that Olaf was not all that evil, but clumsy, and never properly doing villainy correctly. ‘I agree!’ the man with the beard but no hair roared. ‘And now that these three Baudelaire brats are in are clutches, we can tie them up whilst we find the rest of the crew!’ ‘And then we can celebrate!’ the woman with the hair but no beard cried in triumph, pointing at the Baudelaire’s rudely,’ with champagne, and finger puppets!’ ‘Oh, this brings back the memories,’ claimed the man with the beard but no hair. ‘Memories of when we burned down the V.F.D headquarters and celebrated like this! But the celebrating shall not be yet!’ The woman with the hair but no beard nodded grimly, and turned to the carnival freaks. ‘You three!’ she cried, surveying Hugo, Collete and Kevin, who looked up from his hands. ‘You shall give the rope you brought for supplies to our new recruits.’ She snapped around towards the five scared looking children. ‘They will tie the Baudelaires up in another room! Then you will join us in our search for the Snickets.’ With that, Hugo through the large coil of rope to the other side of the room, and a girl-an ex-student of Prufock Preparatory School-caught it. The man with the beard but no hair turned grandly to the smashed window, and raised his hand wide, pulling a whistle from his pocket, and blowing on it hard. He then pointed to the archway, and the Baudelaires watched as one of the eagles swooped into the room, making everyone duck. The eagle flew into the archway, opening it’s beak wide, and then it wrenched it’s body underneath the screwed metal, and pulled it up, so there was room to walk through. With that, the freaks turned around, and all three of them followed the man, the woman and the aura of a menace out of the room, leaving the Baudelaires facing the five new recruits. One of them-the girl who was carrying the rope, walked up to Violet, Klaus, and Sunny. ‘You have to come with me,’ she said, clutching the twisted coil of rope in one of her hands. ‘But can’t you let us free?’ Klaus asked hopefully. He was wondering if he could show the children that working for Olaf was a wrong decision. Violet, who was thinking the same thing, nodded subtly. ‘You don’t have to tie us up,’ she said to the girl. A boy from the group of four behind stepped forward. ‘Yes we do,’ he replied. ‘We’ve been given orders.’ The children knew that just because they were told to do it was not always a good excuse, but they realized that the boy must have been scared of disobeying the man with the beard but no hair, and the woman with the hair but no beard. ‘But do you want to do the evil thing?’ Klaus asked. ‘Do you want to become like Olaf and his troupe?’ ‘We don’t WANT to do the evil thing,’ explained the girl holding the rope,’ but we don’t have any choice. What can we do if we don’t follow the orders?’ ‘Join us,’ Sunny suggested. ‘Our sister thinks that you should join us,’ Violet translated,’ and I have to say I agree. Look over there,’ she pointed to a coat rack, with some backpacks hanging from it. ‘Those are parachutes. We could take one each, and escape from the plane, leaving Olaf behind.’ Klaus mumbled uncomfortably, as if he didn’t like the idea of leaving Kit and Jake. ‘Of course, we’d save the crew of the plane first.’ Violet nodded, realizing the mistake in her plot. ‘Join us,’ Violet said. ‘We know the right thing to do, without being evil. We’re meeting up at a hotel, where all the noble people around are meeting up. You can come too.’ The girl and the boy, and even the recruits behind looked down at the floor in thought. The Baudelaires really hoped they could realize that following them was the noble thing to do, instead of following an evil man’s orders. Finally, the girl looked up, turned to face her fellow recruits, and turned back to the three orphans, with a gleam in her eye. ‘Doing the evil thing may not be right,’ she said. ‘But following you sounds too risky. With Olaf, we have somewhere to sleep at night, and we’re together. We don’t want to follow another path.’ The three children then took their turn to look down at the ground, as people do when they’re thinking, embarrassed, or disappointed. The children were not embarrassed, as the recruits made their decision, but they were thinking in disappointment. They had hoped the children would choose the right way to go, but they chose to follow Olaf, which meant all three of the Baudelaires would be tied up, left helpless. ‘Come on,’ said a boy from the back, who grabbed one end of the rope greedily, obviously picking things up from Olaf. ‘We’ve been ordered to tie these three up, so lets go and do as we’ve been told.’ The other children all nodded in agreement, and then the girl led the way towards the arch-shaped hall, and the other recruits grabbed the Baudelaires, and pulled them through in a follow. The children looked at the shattered and knocked over paintings, and remembered their old thoughts about how wonderful the place looked. They suddenly felt sad, thinking about how terrible their situation was, and how hostile the hallway looked now.
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Post by champ103 on Oct 30, 2004 5:27:18 GMT -5
Chapter Six Continued
Realizing that what you had hoped had not come true is a horrible thing to occur to you, as it did the children and they realized their hopes of living in the plane safely had not come true. It has occurred to me many times, realizing that my hope of the fire had a survivor was not true, and that my hope of getting a spotty headdress from an angry waiter was not ever going to come true. When such a thing occurs, it is best to try to look on the bright side, a phrase which here means, ‘find the best things in your situation’ but as the children entered the kitchen, and saw the table was tipped was tipped over and that the stools were snapped and broken, they saw they could not find the best things in the situation, as there were scarcely any there to find. ‘Here we are,’ the boy holding the end of the rope said. ‘Sit the brats down, and we’ll tie them up extra tight!’ The other children, who seemed slightly less keen to do such evil things, sat the Baudelaires down to the floor, and then all helped weave the rope around them. One girl grabbed Violet’s hands, and tied a smaller piece of rope around them, so she could not untie it, whilst another girl did the same to Klaus and Sunny. One boy got a smaller piece of rope, and started tying all the children’s legs together, so they could not kick themselves free. And they all helped to tie it around all three children, so Violet and Klaus were sat back to back, and Sunny’s head was covered in rope. Soon, after ten minutes of tying work, all three children were stiffly tied up, with no idea how to escape. The five recruits looked down at their handiwork, and smiled, as if they were slowly turning evil, and admiring what Olaf did. ‘Now we have to go find the bald man with the beard, and the woman,’ reminded a girl, and after a few moments of agreement, the children left the kitchen, down the next archway, to join the search for Kit and Jake, leaving the Baudelaires alone, all tied up. ‘Sshamh,’ Sunny whimpered, muffled from beneath the rope. ‘I’m sure we’ll find a way,’ Klaus replied optimistically, although he didn’t sound very sure. ‘Violet, can you invent anything to untie the rope?’ ‘Even if I could,’ Violet said, ‘I wouldn’t be able to work it. My hands are tied behind my back. Sunny, can you do anything to help us?’ ‘Zevity,’ Sunny said, her voice muffled, which meant something like,’ I can barely breathe back here.’ She then added,’ Klausearch?’ which meant ‘Klaus, have you read anything about these kind of situations?’ Her elder brother shook his head, before realizing he had to talk so Sunny would realize what he was saying. ‘No,’ he said. ‘Oh, drat. Violet can’t use her inventing skills; I can’t use my researching skills, and Sunny can’t use her culinary skills to save us. I guess we’re trapped.’ ‘Well, one of our skills has always helped us out of situations,’ Violet said. ‘At one time or another, all of our skills have been helpful.’ The Baudelaires thought back to every dire situation, and saw that their skills, which they had used for enjoyment before the fire, would help them through it. Klaus thought about Violet saving them from the leeches at Lake Lachrymose, and for discovering Sunny at the Mortmain Mountains. Violet herself, was thinking about how Sunny knew that Wasabi was the equivalent of horseradish, so would save her from the spores of the Medusoid Mycelium, and how she used the eggplant to trick Olaf on top of Mount Fraught. The young girl, Sunny, was thinking about how Klaus discovered Olaf was trying to marry Violet, and how he discovered the Quagmire’s location in the fountain back at the village of Fowl Devotees. As they thought of the situations, the troubles they’d had, again and again, they realized there was one skill they’d forgotten, and it was Sunny herself, who said it in a muffled voice, who could use it. ‘Bite!’ she said, and her siblings knew it might be enough to save them.
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Post by Dante on Oct 30, 2004 6:34:44 GMT -5
Excellent work as usual, Dupin. I love moral dilemmas.
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Post by Pucca on Oct 30, 2004 8:11:16 GMT -5
Excellent work as usual, Dupin. I love moral dilemmas. I agree. Very well done, George.
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Post by xangelkimzx on Oct 30, 2004 8:42:39 GMT -5
OMFG GEORGE YOU'RE THE CLEVEREST WRITER EVER.
Beautiful.
What more can I say?
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Post by champ103 on Oct 30, 2004 8:50:41 GMT -5
Thanks for all the great reveiws ^_^
On a random note: I really like coming up with Sunny talk.
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Post by The Amazing...Spider-Man! on Nov 1, 2004 4:52:08 GMT -5
I can't write [glow=red,2,300]that[/glow] well.
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Post by champ103 on Nov 7, 2004 12:44:25 GMT -5
Thank you. I've stopped writing Chapter Seven to read this, and it was worth it ^_^
Unfortunatly, I'm not very far in Chapter Seven, where Sunny finds a new code and a new skill, so I hope you can bare with me for now.
(:
Oh, and it's good you really like my new characters.
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Post by champ103 on Nov 8, 2004 12:18:00 GMT -5
And I like writing Sunny babble.
Thanks for the comment. That scene was a bit rushed, because I needed to get Chapter Six up. I'm not even half way through Chapter Seven, but once I get right into it, things will start coming up in my head, and it'll be here in no time.
And her new skill helps her find the code....
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Post by champ103 on Nov 10, 2004 12:01:12 GMT -5
The Perilous Plane Book The Twelfth
Dupin's Notes: Sorry for the double post that is now occuring, but I'm sure it's worth it if it means this chapter can be up. I'm very sorry it's taken quite so long, but I've been working the fast I can with out something social popping up, or homework needing to be done. So please enjoy, it's a rather long, interesting chapter. (:
Chapter Seven
Whether for your own enjoyment on a vacation, or for getting towards a submarine in a limited about of time, it is most likely that you have been swimming, and if you know about swimming very well, then you will be aware that like most things, there is more than one way of doing it. The simplest way of swimming is what people call the front crawl, where you simply lay on your front in the water, and move your arms in circles, and kick your feet as if trying to push off an annoying infant relative. Another way of swimming is the backstroke, which is very similar to front crawl, except you lay on your back, looking up at the dreary sky. The final stroke of the three common ways of swimming is known as the breaststroke, where you return to your front again, and move your arms and legs in a most peculiar fashion. Despite this calamitous-a word which here means ‘likely to cause crying and bruises’-method, nevertheless, you reach the other side of the pool, or the submarine you are trying to reach, and swimming the backstroke was certainly using just as many weird movements as when the youngest Baudelaire tried to struggled free from the rope. Her head was still stuck behind the rope the recruits had tied, so she could hardly breathe, let alone make room for her to cut through the rope with her sharp teeth. As she used her tied-up hands to help her balance, she started waving them in the air to stay up, and not fall into a position impossible to save her in. Klaus and Violet tried to make sure Sunny could balance and bite her free, so awkwardly turned to where the youngest Baudelaire was sat on the kitchen floor. From a view in the kitchen, to anyone who was watching, although research tells me no one was, the Baudelaires would look as if practising a whole new stroke, as they kicked and waved their arms about, turning and balancing to free themselves from the ropes wrath. After a few minutes of the all new stroke they had seemed to created, Sunny finally hooked her teeth down on the thick rope, and started gnawing down on it, moving her head back and forth, so it worked like a saw. The rope began splitting into thin pieces of string, until a gaping hope ripped through. Sunny started panting, as her siblings looked down by her side. ‘Hooray!’ Klaus said, staring down at his sister. ‘It seems like we’ve got the hang of it after moving around in this peculiar way.’ The eldest Baudelaire nodded, but then shrugged as well as she could. ‘We’ve got the hang of it,’ she replied,’ But Sunny isn’t quite free. Since she can breathe properly now, we have no time to lose. Once she’s safe, you can untie me and Klaus.’ Sunny nodded, and quickly hooked her teeth back onto the rope. As her fellow siblings hissed down support and encouragement, she began splitting the rope binding her, until with a flourish, it all came apart, twisting this way and that around the young Baudelaire orphan. She took a step out, and then leaned down, and neatly ripped off the rope around her hands, and triumphantly bowed to her siblings, getting up with a wink. ‘Oh Sunny, well done!’ Klaus cried,’ I would applaud you right now, but my hands are tied behind my back.’ ‘Untie your legs, and then we can all be free,’ Violet said, struggling against the rope. Sunny smiled. ‘Of course!’ she said, and sat down to untie her legs. In just seconds, the rope once binding her feet together lay tattered on the floor. ‘Sablings!’ she cried, and rushed over to do as she had promised. She clutched onto the rope tying Violet’s legs together, and leaned down to bite it, before there was an echoing laughter in the next archway hall, and all three Baudelaires froze. ‘Sunny, quickly, run!’ Klaus cried. ‘Sablings!’ Sunny insisted. ‘You don’t have time to save us,’ Violet explained. ‘The man and his lady friend are on their way!’ ‘She’d have to make it look like she was still there, though,’ Klaus said, as the voices in the archway started talking. ‘Considone!’ Sunny cried, and in her placed, leaned down and ripped off some of Violet’s nightgown. She quickly put it in a neat row to look like the bottom of her dress, and then attached the removed rope right across where it used to be, so it hung loosely across the cloth. In just a short time, it looked like all three Baudelaires were trapped again, and Sunny looked up at her handiwork, hands on her hips, proud. ‘Sunny-you don’t have time!’ Violet cried, peering anxiously back at the archway,’ Quickly, hide somewhere, and when that man and woman enter the room, slip back down the archway!’ Sunny gave a confident nod, and rushed off to hide behind a stand with a microwave on. As she had just squeezed herself behind the stand, right on cue, a phrase with here means ‘right at the time the Baudelaire’s had expected, and just at the right time they had wanted’ the man with the woman beside him entered the kitchen, and glared down at the two Baudelaire’s tied up. Almost at once, as they smiled down on the trapped children, Violet and Klaus could tell they had been fooled by what Sunny had done. ‘What a good job those recruits have done,’ the woman said, her voice low and loud as usual. ‘I was wondering if they’d have escaped by the time we’d returned, but they’re securely trapped!’ The man nodded, with a small grin on his face. ‘You see, Baudelaires,’ he said. ‘The recruits have gone searching for Kit and Jake Snicket, whilst we came back to guard you. We think they’re in the control room, trapped by caught metal.’ He gave a cough, as his voice became very hoarse at the end of the sentence. ‘Trapped-just like you!’ the woman cried. ‘How does it feel, you three brats?’ The two evil figures began to laugh in the Hindenburger’s kitchen, and as they did, the eldest Baudelaire found the opportunity to over watch her sister. She looked around for the stand, and when she did, she saw Sunny’s eyes poking from behind it. Trying not to capture the attention of the evil folk, Violet simply mouthed the word ‘go’ to Sunny, who then quick as a wink, which here means ‘almost as fast as the speed the Hindenburger was flying at’ nodded, and rushed past the stand, right towards the archway. ‘Bye!’ she whispered, scared of being alone in a plane full of so much evil, and then took a last look at her siblings before disappearing into the next archway.
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Post by champ103 on Nov 10, 2004 12:03:57 GMT -5
Chapter Seven Continued
Whether in a mood in your bedroom, or whether researching something important on a stranded beach, there are times when one wants to be alone, to think about things, or to research an important story, and there are many times in your life that you will want to be alone. Yet, as Sunny clambered down the archway-hall, nervous for herself, and nervous for her siblings, she was having a different feeling, the one you get when you’re on a train with no one to talk to, or in an empty street in the middle of the night. As Sunny Baudelaire peered into the living room, checking everything was safe, she wanted anything but to be alone, in case she couldn’t do anything to save her siblings, or if one of the carnival freaks found her in the room, and I’m sorry to say that there are many times in your life that you will want to be with someone, but they may be taken away from you, either by another person, or by a view of smoke, heading towards you. Sunny entered the living room, walking unsteadily as she took a look around. It was apparent that this room had also been shaken around quite a bit, as books from the bookshelf had been toppled from their place, and that the sofas were tilted at a wrong angle. A chair from the kitchen had even skidded down into the living room in all the confusion, and was now laying there, the back against the floor, along with the fruit bowl from the kitchen, which was cracked and empty, the fruit rolling around the floor. ‘Pass time,’ she said thoroughly to herself, the sound of her voice making her feel less alone. Sometimes, when all is quiet, hearing just a small sound can make you feel better. She took a few steps further into the room, and was about to look at the books on the floor, to see if any had any pictures to look at, when she heard a sound from the archway that led to the Flying Library. Sunny followed the sound until she found it was another voice, a whiny voice with a slight accent. ‘Well how are we going to get those two Snickety-freaks out of the room?’ cried the voice of Collete. ‘We’ll all have to heave!’ cried one of the snow scouts. ‘But it’s depressing,’ explained the voice of Kevin. ‘Heaving with my two equally strong hands is enough to make me cry.’ ‘It’s an interesting dilemma,’ Hugo admitted,’ But heaving with a hunchback isn’t a walk in the park.’ Sunny smiled, hearing how ridiculous the argument Olaf’s recruits were having. ‘Risky,’ she muttered quietly to herself, and stepped away from the edge of the archway. Eavesdropping on the conversation was not a good idea if she didn’t want to get caught, especially if the conversation was not very important anyway. Sunny sighed as she walked back to the other side of the room, dodging sofas and books. She decided it would be wise to see how her siblings were getting on, so when she arrived at the entrance of the other archway, she took a step in, trying not even to breathe loudly, so she could get a look through the dark and dreary passageway. Through the hall, she could just about see Klaus’ body, with rope wrapped around and around it. Her sister was out of view, but Sunny guessed her predicament, a word which here means ‘her tied-up weary situation’, would be very similar, so she turned her head, and went back into the living room, which seemed even quieter, and lonelier than before. ‘Bookture,’ she suggested to herself, and walked over to look at the books scattered across the floor. She had always enjoyed looking at pictures, way back at the Baudelaire mansion, and she had barely had a chance to sit and relax, leafing through books, looking at the pictures. It is of course very rude and lazy to only look at the pictures of the book, and not the story itself, but an exception could be made for someone like Sunny, who could not yet read. Sunny collected a pile of books from the floor, and laid them out in a straight line, so she could see which one appealed to her, but as she surveyed all of them carefully, there was one which caught her eye very suddenly. Picking up the grey book, which had a blank cover, and a blank back, Sunny was transfixed on the spine, a word which here means ‘side of the book, which holds the covers and pages together. There were three letters on the spine, and it would only shock you if you were as bright as the night’s sky that they read V.F.D. Sunny had seen the letters so many times, and they had passed her small ears more then she would have liked, so by now, Sunny recognized the three letters, and immediately walked away from the other books, with the grey one tucked underneath her arm. When one is to read a book-although Sunny could not read-it is always nice to be comfortable in where you are sitting, so you can feel safe and secure as you read the book, and fully enjoy the tale. However, this book itself it bad enough to make you never able to sit comfortable again, as you twitch and sob through the long day, and the long night, and then the following long day. So now I tell you to put down your copy of The Perilous Plane and go and sit comfortably reading another book, so you cannot even finish this chapter, where Sunny realizes the Vehicle Fruit Determination code, or further into the book to Chapter Nine, when another disguise takes place, or even to the very end of the book, which is the worst part of it all, as the children end alone and afraid, much like Sunny was in the living room, as the man and the woman guarded her elder siblings. Sunny looked around once more, as she had done a lot since she left her siblings. The sofas were tattered, with springs shoving from the top of them, so Sunny could not sit there, so she decided to turn the chair upright, and sit there. Placing the grey book on the floor for the time being, Sunny grabbed the end of the chair, and pulled it upright, grabbing on several places to get it to how it should be. When it was standing on its four legs, as chairs should do, unless they don’t have that many, or have more legs. Then, Sunny grabbed the book again, tucked it under her arm, and pulled herself up onto the chair, clambering her legs around to her up. When Sunny was ready, she neatened her ribbon, so she could focus, and it reminded her of Violet, who tied up her hair to focus on an invention. The youngest Baudelaire opened the grey book onto the first page, which was blank, like the front cover, and the back cover. She turned the page again, and saw a long list, with two or three words on each line, and then a number or two next to them. Sunny focused on the large word on top, and counted the letters-there were eight. The first was curved, and Sunny had no idea what it was. The second was two lines, with one joining them in the middle, and Sunny was still stuck. The third one was a triangle with the bottom missing, and a line horizontally through the middle. Sunny thought back, and remembered when her and Klaus were decoding names back at Heimlich Hospital. They had tried to use the letters in Violet’s name to match with one on the patients list, and Sunny remembered seeing that letter somewhere. ‘A!’ she cried out triumphantly, a toothy grin reaching her mouth. Sunny focused on. She had seen that word somewhere, and she knew it, just the way you can know there is a fire, but never stop it single-handed. Then it hit her, as she remembered back to their time aboard the Queequeg. She remembered Fiona-as volatile as she may be-taking out a book, and saying that word, fingering down the page, where that word stood again and again. ‘Chapters!’ she cried, satisfied-a word which here means ‘pleased that she had managed to start on limited reading skills’. Sunny focused again, skimming the list of Chapters. Like many books written by well-read people of a trustworthy side of an organization, there were many chapters to look at, and Sunny’s eye’s immediately attached to one, when she noticed three initials once more, and smiled, her four sharp teeth sticking out. ‘Chapleven-V.F.D!’ she said, and skimmed to Chapter Eleven, where a title proudly stood. Sunny only recognized the V, the F and the D at first sight, but like the V.F.D insignia, at second look, she began to recognize more. Her eyes squinted as she stared at the three words. ‘Vi-eh-cle,’ she murmured, but couldn’t pronounce it quite correctly, and wasn’t quite sure of what such a thing was. Thinking of more memories, Sunny hoped one just might help her crack the three words, and understand what they meant. Back at the Baudelaire mansion, she remembered Klaus holding a book with the very same word on the cover, and was mentioning it as they arrived in their parent’s automobile. The memory was foggy, but she remembered him making a connection, as if a car was something to do with the vi-eh-cle. Sunny thought on, as if she were sitting in an important exam, studying and writing away, until she came with an answer, chuffed once more. ‘Vehicle!’ she cried out loud, clutching the book tight. The second she could tell quite easily, as she remembered her siblings saying it just earlier that day, and then looked at the bowl on the floor, chipped in several places. ‘Fruit!’ she shrieked, smiling a smile so large that she could have won a smile-your-way-to-victory contest, had there ever been one in the lives of the Baudelaire children. The third word began with a ‘D’, and as Sunny stared at it, only part of the word did she remember from anywhere. In the recent times of their lives, the children had encounter many codes, from in fridges to in poetry, and Sunny now recognized four letters of the word as ‘code’ Then she made a guess at the rest. ‘Decoding!’ she cried out correctly, and then put two and two together, a phrase which here means ‘realized the entire name of the code, and said it all together’. ‘Vehicle Fruit Decoding!’ she cried, and then looked at the first sentence.
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Post by champ103 on Nov 10, 2004 12:06:24 GMT -5
Chapter Seven Continued
‘In a V.F.D Vehicle,’ Sunny started to read, slowly but surely,’ the fruit…hides…a…num-ba…number, of codes.’ Ending the sentence after recognizing the small words, and the ones she had previously worked out, then figuring out the rest very carefully, Sunny placed the book down beside her and tucked it under her arm once more. She then hopped down off the wooden chair, and rushed to the archway again. ‘Klauslet,’ she muttered to herself,’ Siblings.’ And as she looked through the archway, she saw for herself that she spoke the truth. There she could see Klaus again, tied up so she could just see the back of Violet. Sunny dearly wanted to talk with her siblings again, although she had not even been separated from them longer then half of an hour. Clutching the book heavily, now in two hands, Sunny stumbled across the wooden floor, away from the archway-hall that led to the kitchen. She first picked up the chipped fruit bowl, that had a red curved line painted all the way across, in an last effort, as if the artist was painting in his sleep, rather then fully focused. Placing it up right, Sunny put the grey book beside it, and watched around the room silently for just a moment, before wading around the room, looking for fruit. Sometimes, explaining ones situation to someone is a hard thing, as it might sound to them, as what you’re doing is very inappropriate and nonsensical, and then might go off you a bit. I recently was asked what I was doing, and my answer of plotting to sneak into a salad bar to find something missing from a tea set confused them so much, they merely sighed and walked away. The Baudelaires had done many things that would have been hard to explain without sounding utterly ridiculous. They had once spent the night climbing up and down an empty elevator of a sixty-seven floored building, which whilst to them had a very good reason, would seem like something ever so foolish to a passer-by. And as it was to Sunny, as she started picking up a bunch of grapes, and a few mangos from the living room, whilst her siblings sat trapped and scared in the neighbouring room. But Sunny was collecting evidence, and researching into the Vehicle Fruit Decoding strategy, and she somewhat knew that Klaus would be very proud of her if he knew what she was doing whilst he faced the man with the beard but no hair and the woman with the hair but no beard. As she collected more and more fruit, Sunny Baudelaire laid it out in a straight row in front of the fruit bowl and the V.F.D book, before tottering over, and opening the book on Chapter Eleven, where the words ‘vehicle’, ‘fruit’ and ‘decoding’ stuck out recognizably again. Sunny glided to her place on the second sentence, and started focusing on it again. She recognized the words ‘fruits’ and ‘things’ and even ‘etc.’, which Klaus had once told her meant ‘etcetera.’ ‘Diff-ar-ent, fruits…mean diffa-rant things,’ she read, unsure of herself. As she read ‘diffa-rant’ again and again, it started sounding correct, until she knew what she meant. ‘Different fruits mean different things!’ she cried, and observed the row of different coloured fruit that she had made. ‘The number of apples,’ she read,’ means the number of…days…that the…vehicle is…ac…actually…in-tend..ing to…tra-vel for.’ Sunny thought about the sentence in her head for a while, before properly understanding it. Sunny wandered down the line like an inspector, checking each one was spick and span, a phrase which here means ‘very clean, or in any case, whether it was an apple or not’ until she arrived at a group of small red apples, chipped and bruised in the tumble. Then she counted them, pointing at each rise in the count, until all of them were accounted for. ‘Two,’ Sunny said, and frowned. The next night would be the last aboard the Hindenburger, although it did not mean much to Sunny. Two days away was Thursday, and she was hoping they would arrive on time with the interference of the man with the beard but no hair and the woman with the hair but no beard. Sunny glanced at the book again, and saw the word ‘cherry’ in elegant script, so quickly grabbed the group of cherries, and returned to the book, starting to read the next sentence. ‘Detirmicherryvious!’ she cried, staring down at the page, which meant something like,’ This chapter tells me that inside one of the cherries is a picture that determines which side of the schism the crew are on, but I needn’t check, as I know Kit, Jake and Harriet are all on the good side of the schism!’ Sunny turned back to the cherries, and pushed them to one sides, so they wouldn’t get in the way of her research. Returning back to her place beside the book, the youngest Baudelaire fingered the place where she had reached in the paragraph, and continued, her eyes and back turning up like a taxi throbbing waiting, and I’m sure you’d rather read The Waste Land by T.S Eliot, no matter how opaque some people may describe it, then sit here and read the rest of this dreaded tale, so you do not even reach the events that followed when Sunny returned to her siblings, and noticed something very, very wrong, so you can stop your mind from becoming perilous with thoughts of woe and terror, and think of more logical, opaque poetry instead. Even as Sunny shuffled through apples, seeing if any had the insignia carved in, to indicate that the fruit bowl what used in as a logical hiding place, or even when she heaved around a huge watermelon, to check how many stripes it had around, so she could determined the miles from take-off point, to reach the destination. As Sunny tackled the Vehicle Fruit Decoding, and as her siblings fought the guarding of the man with the beard but no hair, and the woman with the hair but no beard, they all wished and wished to be reunited, until the youngest of them heard a voice in her ear, and immediately dropped the grey book she was holding. ‘Sunny!’ cried the familiar voice of Violet Baudelaire, and Sunny turned to the archway, to see the smiling face of Klaus, who was tied to Violet, who was out of view. ‘Siblings!’ Sunny cried, rushing towards the archway, still holding a pear in her little hands. ‘The man and the woman have gone to check if there’s anything valuable in the entrance room,’ Klaus explained, from his place sat on the floor. ‘I’ll come rescue you!’ Sunny cried enthusiastically, and still clutching the pear, ran forward, through the dark shattered archway, towards the kitchen were her siblings sat bound on the floor. ‘Sunny!’ Violet cried in relief, letting her little sister huge her and Klaus tightly,’ It’s so good to see your safe. What have you been doing?’ ‘Vehicode,’ Sunny explained, which probably meant something along the lines of, ‘I found a V.F.D book, and read about a code using fruit on V.F.D vehicles!’ ‘You read?’ Klaus said, his eyes wide with excitement,’ How did you manage that?’ Sunny shrugged, blushing a little. ‘So-so,’ she said. ‘Teaching yourself is a very clever things to do,’ Violet said, smiling down at her little sister. ‘We’re proud of you Sunny.’
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Post by champ103 on Nov 10, 2004 12:07:46 GMT -5
Chapter Seven Continued
Violet and Klaus both smiled down at their little sister once more, proud of her of what she had done, and knew that since the day on the beach, where their lives had been shattered, a phrase which here means ‘where their series of unfortunate events had started’, Sunny had accomplished so much, using her teeth to save them among many times. She had learned to cook, helping out others, and saving herself from a deadly poison, and she had learned to walk, helping her when she was hostage at the Mortmain Mountains. Sunny Baudelaire could now talk more thoroughly, in a way people could understand, and now she could read, like a child should. Her elder siblings were in fact so proud of her, and she was proud of them that they had helped her along the way, and used their amazing skills to save them several times. If you admire someone very much, and wish to be like them perhaps when you are older, or even when you were younger, then they are your idol, and as the Baudelaires gave each other one more smile before Sunny began untying them, they all were each others idols, wanting to be together, and like each other. ‘Untie you!’ Sunny remembered, peering to the hallway, to check if there was any sight of the man with the beard but no hair and the woman with the hair but no beard. ‘Of, of course!’ Klaus said, looking at the rope that was binding two of the Baudelaire orphans together. ‘You’d best get started, before the man and the woman return.’ Sunny nodded, and lent in to bite the main rope that was wrapped and tied around her siblings’ chests. She gnawed deep into the twists of string, until they began coming loose, as they had before. Her siblings sat there encouraging her, smiling for the last time in a while. Finally, the rope snapped, and fell to the floor like a snake, curling around as the elder Baudelaires pushed free. ‘Hands,’ Sunny said, and Klaus and Violet held our their wrists, which were still bound from the Snow Scouts-who weren’t planning on changing their ways, despite whatever the children had said. Sunny began biting again, chewing deeply on the rope, chewing like she had done before the dreaded fire that had destroyed their home, but being careful not to bite her brother and sisters’ hands as she did. When she had completed that task, her fellow two Baudelaire children untied their ankles, so that they could all stand up and interact normally, with all the rope tattered and harmless on the floor. ‘Now, lets get away from here, and go and save Jake and Kit!’ Klaus said, looking towards the archway that Sunny had used to reach the kitchen. His sisters nodded, agreeing with what he had to say. ‘Then we can get off this perilous plane for good!’ Violet cried. ‘Hindenbadder,’ Sunny cried, and her siblings agreed, frowning down at the floor. ‘It HAS been a bad experience aboard here,’ Klaus agreed,’ But I’m sure when we get off, and reach Hotel Denouement, everything will be fine. We can finally meet up with the volunteers, and solve this mystery!’ ‘And bring Count Olaf to justice!’ Violet cried. ‘So let’s go and get Kit and Jake, so we do so!’ ‘Save the Snickets, hey?’ said a low voice from behind, and the siblings gulped before turning to face the man with the beard but no hair and the woman with the hair but no beard. ‘Yes!’ Sunny cried. ‘She gnawed through the rope!’ Klaus cried,’ and we’ve gnawed through your plan!’ Suddenly, the middle Baudelaire felt brave enough to face the aura of a menace that followed the man with the beard but no hair and the woman with the hair but no beard, as if their time aboard the Hindenburger had made him feel more confident, a word which here means, ‘pleased with yourself and who you are, and realizing your attractive features.’ ‘Is that so?’ the man with the beard with the hair but no hair said. ‘I beg to differ.’ ‘Yes,’ agreed the woman with the hair but no beard, a smirk striking her face. ‘You shouldn’t be worrying about saving those stupid Snickets, Baudelaires. You should be worrying about saving yourselves!’ With that, she took a dangerous step forward, as if ready to pounce on the Baudelaire children, but before she had a chance to do anything of the sort, there was a loud noise from outside the huge window in the entrance hall, which attracted everyone’s attention. There are many things in the world that will capture your attention. Someone screaming behind you would capture your attention, and you would turn around to see what it was, whether a blacksmith crying over split milk, or spilt milk crying over a blacksmith. Your attention might be capture when a large movement is caught out of the corner of your eye, like street performers, or a man carrying a didgeridoo. And sometimes something is just so loud; it’s impossible not to capture your attention, which was the case that occurred around the Hindenburger. All five people in the kitchen rushed towards the entrance room to see what it was, and even the carnival freaks way back in the plane heard it, and wandered towards the living room to see. But the answer was a terrible one, as the Baudelaires noticed, when they arrived by the large window, and felt a huge breeze hit them. The loud, alarming whirring noise was coming from propellers, like the ones the children had seen when they first came onto the Hindenburger. Although it was not a plane that was in front of them now: it was a smaller, more easily flown air vehicle, which people named a helicopter. And as the helicopter flew further towards the plane, and crashed into the side, the children knew it could only be one group of people inside. As the helicopter stopped, jammed inside the Hindenburger, with all the passengers of the plane, knocked right back into the other wall, and as the drivers were finally revealed, it was obvious that Olaf was back. Chapter Eight should be along soon, so reveiw, and keep on reading!
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Post by Pucca on Nov 10, 2004 14:36:44 GMT -5
Best. Chapter.
That was true genius.
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